Lita Ford

(Ford/Ehmig)
Black, is it dark enough?
Is it hot or cold or stark enough?
Black, is it dirty or sad?
Is it old or cruel or broken or bad?
Black, is it all you see
When you close your eyes, you think of me?
Black, black, black
Black, is it nightmare or dream?
Is it midnight sky or silent scream?
Black, is it the chains you wear?
Or the color of the cross you bear?
Black, is it what you hate?
The hangmanВґs hood or the offering plate?
Black, black, black
Is it the shame that drives you back?
Is it the train that jumps the track
Just as youВґre slipping through the cracks?
Black, black
Black, is it your medicine
Your soul, your hole or the shape youВґre in?